The other day while out at a cafe web surfing with friends, there was a beautiful little girl doing homework for hours. White with brown hair in a shoulder length bob, wide eyes, and she was maybe eleven or twelve years old, old enough to have visible growth on her chest showing through her sweater, apparently not wearing a bra.

Her outfit was very interesting as well. Short sleeved turtle neck sweater, pinkish brown, went down to her upper thighs. If she had any sorts on under that, they weren't visible. Instead, she had something lacy poking out from there, a camisole I think. Shoes were boots, combat style but with rainbow laces.

She got up every now and then to talk with her mother, giving me a great view of her amazing legs and thighs. I relished looking at her without staring, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. I thought about her a lot later that night, too, if you know what I mean.